Chapter 73: Seems Quite Reasonable

Cao Mang instructed his female bodyguard to bring him a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and strike a fierce posture as if ready to pounce. The savage aura he exuded was suffocating, like a wild beast poised to attack.

People began sketching on their canvases, and Zhou Lichun deliberately had someone spread the word. Before long, not only did teachers from the art department arrive to give on-site instruction, but many spectators showed up for the spectacle as well.

Chu Shisan was dragged along by her classmates to join in the excitement. When she saw what Cao Mang looked like now, her face flushed bright red.

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A gentle breeze swept by, and the four shinobi frozen in midair suddenly disintegrated into dust! They vanished soundlessly, not making a single noise even in death.

Although they already knew that Feng Yiming and Gu Mina, after many encounters, had finally become close, they never expected their relationship to be so peculiar.

Seeing the tides turn, two black-clad men attempted to flee, only to be taken down one by one by Candou.

“I just called for a car and sent him home. After all, I looked at the file, and it had his address written on it.” Chu Feng knew Sisi was eager to find out how he handled Xiao Han, but felt too embarrassed to ask directly, so he took it upon himself to explain.

“Yes, I agree with your idea.” Sima Nan beamed, giving a thumbs-up. “Fan Chen may act tough, but he’s pretty clever sometimes!” Unfortunately, such praise only earned him a barrage of punches, sending him fleeing while crying out in pain.

He believed that Nalan Mingzhu helped him because she recognized him, and because Master Miao, out of respect for Pei Wufu, had saved the life of Nalan’s father.

“I am here to thank the benefactor of our Lueyang people.” At that moment, the princess and her entourage approached, surprised to see an elderly man and a youth kneeling in the hall.

Without further ado, he seized the Sword of the Overlord and charged ahead, followed by fifty players rushing in turn. An Lingxi shook her head and sighed, “Such impatience.” She continued preparing for support.

Gazing at the instant noodles soaking in hot water, greedy eyes flashed once more. Swallowing hard, I lifted the lid. The noodles had softened—ready to eat. My hands hovered in midair.

Then Shen Ying tossed one gold coin into the machine, and a list of dishes appeared, accompanied by pictures. However, the prices were so steep they made me do a double take. The cheapest option was one gold coin, not bad.

In Mogalin’s heart, she truly couldn’t bear to see her sister get hurt. She knew all too well how deeply her sister adored Death, to the point of obsession.

Seeing this, Wang Er and the others exchanged amused glances, then had the nearby gunman quietly raise his weapon and fire into the sky.

The furniture here ranged widely in grade and style. There were affordable sofas costing a few thousand, and luxurious pieces worth tens or even hundreds of thousands—not unheard of.

She never considered Fan Qi an outsider; even if Fan Qi used the chairman’s elevator, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

“It hurts.” Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Xiao Xiaoyu murmured softly, looking at Ye Feng with an expression of dissatisfaction.

The Ye family couldn’t believe there were still alchemists like this—it seemed impossible.

Mo Mingxiong originally thought that invoking the Green Gang would resolve everything, but he didn’t expect matters to deviate from his plan, and worse, he was humiliated by the other party. As a member of the Green Gang, Mo Mingxiong could hardly endure such disrespect toward his faction.

Today, Zhang Xiaohu’s wisdom, experience, and humor were displayed perfectly, yet Gao Haoyu’s steadiness and warmth still tugged at her heart. However, Han Ruoyu’s reappearance had shattered this balance. Now, should she make a choice?